Here are a few short poems from various times

The first is from March 2018, when I was in the Peak District, and saw my first ever merlin

March merlin

A slaty arrowhead pierced me through

And flew

The grouse hiccuped excitement

A swarm of peewit tumbled delight

And I

Melted like snow into the ice-blue sky

 

Bees in my garden

Each one

Is like a drop of nectar in my day

I sip

The sweet bumble

While the miners

Dig for victory

And the leafcutter

Snips a piece from my heart

And seals it tight

Against disaster

 

Dunnock

Dear little hedge sparrow

Picking up the scraps

Dropped by that bright goldfinch